Kink of the Week: Hands Hands hold an erotic charge for me because of where my imagination ventures when thinking of being touched. Reading the responses so far to the KOTW prompt ‘Hands’ demonstrates that […]
Astonish: to strike with sudden and usually great wonder or surprise. Merriam-Webster Seated beside you and a little behind, I observe my image on the screen and gasp in wonder. Absorbed in the heated pleasure […]
Fingers breach the gape of lace Slow friction seeking response honing memory: your pale supine back beneath my questing hands unpinning one unruly fall of hair to lift-fasten another a sense of the forbidden […]
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxslips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk roses and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, […]
This is a new version of a photo taken last year and posted simultaneously on #ArtTwist and #SinfulSunday (you can see the 2018 version ‘Absorbed in Pleasure’ here). I was inspired to revisit this […]
Welcome to my contributions to the February Photo Fest 2019. My entries will be a mixture of new and old material. It’s now been over 12 months since CM and I had our first photoshoot […]
I haven’t done an #SoSS for some time so in keeping with my resolve to blog more regularly again in 2019 here is my post. As in the past my #SoSS this week revolves around […]
1332 words. I minced up the steep gravel driveway, already regretting the choice of footwear. The heels had seemed a good idea at the time. They complemented my black silk top, black harem pants and […]
I did feel nervous and excited about sharing images of my body on the internet, but now I’m pretty relaxed about it all. Once I became comfortable with the #Sinful Sunday community, I gradually became more adventurous with my own photography. From the very beginning I could see I was amongst some very accomplished and dedicated photographers, whose work often has a signature aesthetic. In some ways that was and is the biggest challenge of the lot.
As always we talked about anything and everything. This has been standard for some time now. There is little I hold back from him, and much I attempt to challenge him on. I make no secret of my attraction and he tells me things about his wild past that make me squirm – often but not always with frustration. I cannot tell if we are engaging in extended foreplay or exquisite denial (or both).